Her wail drowned in a deep, black ocean
So atrocious to be subdued by her own body
She locked the gate to her mind and hid the key in her heart
For who would find it and care enough to save her soul from complete numbness?
Her body instead consumed the scars and her depression slowly drained her of life
"For who would notice?" her mind thought with a sharpteethed grin
"The good die young, thus it means I'm good?" the girl quietly asked herself
And then laughed
For she couldn't cry
Couldn't care less
Couldn't see herself any longer
It was HER life and she would either die in vain now, close her eyes and drift away peacefully when the time comes, or break and deal with the pain alone
For the truth may hurt, but secrets ****
Thus she kept quiet to not concern anybody but herself
But even then her unbearable suffering went unseen, unheard
And the one way out always echoed in the back of her head
Taking over har actions
She cut
She bled
She prayed
She could finally scream loud
'Cause...she's dead
A mirroring of my own depression, thoughts I think and feelings I feel. I'm still a beginner so I would love tips for improvement